Materialism
your culture is insane
you don’t know how to feel
killing people across the world
is a dirty deal
what you call comfort
cheaply-made things
what you think of as happiness
just advertising
I keep moving just to prove to myself
I’m ready for anything; a maintenance check
I keep reading coming up for air
I’ve stopped believing we’re gonna be saved
she talked to me for hours
in the middle of the street
it started to shower
but I could still feel
I took it back to Babylon
I couldn’t unsee it
only when singing
could I touch reality
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